Saturday night I said to Robert, “Come here, let me whisper in your ear.” Then I whispered in his ear, “Do you want to go eat at a dinosaur restaurant?” What he heard was, “We’re going to a restaurant where dinosaurs are going to eat your ears.”

All the way to T-Rex he kept saying that he wanted to go but they couldn’t eat his ears. His bravery wavered a little bit on the way into the restaurant and he scrunched his head down trying his best to protect his ears.

Luckily for him the line was way too long (1 1/2 hour wait) so we opted to go somewhere else, and his ears lived to fight another day.